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>We went up from sunny Bournemouth, usual share driving >arrangement, I drove up, Linda, my wife, driving back. >We arrived at Wembley parked the car in a shoppers car >park behind the shops opposite "The Old Post Office" >pub. We were in the Old Post Office until the >appointed time when we made our way to Wembley. we >were sat in the corner looking down on where Scotty >was destined to go for glory. > >We were surrounded by english supporters bedecked in >their best white rags, it was the time for the anthems >we stood and sang the anthem. Now Linda is english and >a Bournemouth girl, and she's never been that good on >the pronunciation of the anthem, so on the odd >occasions she comes to an international I give her a >tiny slip of paper with a phonetic version. In her red >jersey supporting the right team she's made a >reasonable job of the anthem. > >After the anthems we sit down and this rag bag bunch >of white dishcloths have spotted that she's got a crib >sheet and start giving her earache about her not >knowing the anthem, I point out that she is in fact >english but has decided to support a decent team. > >Well lets be fair until the last minutes the english >were getting there and this lot around us were giving >us some real stick, then Scotty gets it, he's dancing >through and over the line, bang him and the ball hit >the ground then Wingnut drops the ball over the bar >and for the first time for 90 minutes our surrounding >bunch of hoorah henriettas are silent, we, on the >other hand are ecstatic, there are two or three other >red shirts in the vicinity and we are all hugging, >crying, all getting a bit emotional. A couple of the >less sad white shirts did shake hands and wish us well. > >Anyway it's back to the Old Post Office for more cider >and eventually back to the car for the drive home, >going through Wembley High Street we are stuck in >traffic. The car is decorated with Red Dragon flag the >sunroof is open and somebody approaches the car. I >assume a fellow red shirted drunk, but then something >falls into the car through the open sunroof, it's my >wallet, in my somewhat inebriated state I'd left it on >the roof of the car. > >So thanks to you whoever you were !

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